I am a camera.
My skin-- a metal slab,
cold and real.

Time touches me like love,
feeling me up as If I slept with it.

My brain is a roll of memories
embedded in flashes of time.

I have seen life--
**** and unclothed.
I take it all in--

My crystal eye-- the grand abyss,
looking back at me.

Oh do I terrify?
The world I built with memory.

I have seen life--
depleted, dead--
living in pictures.